Jay-Z Freestyle — текст песни (Funkmaster Flex f Jay-Z)

Yeah y`all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don`t stop
You won`t quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I`m really gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?
Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
That`s how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap niggaz on the radio don`t do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don`t make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga I`m straight gutta, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit
On some sho` shit hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don`t give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo` shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I`m on some double-fo` shit
Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit
I`m pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
Cause after all, what`s my name, oh shit!

Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don`t stop
Y`all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me
Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal
Sell fish scale, y`all niggaz love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z`s offic-ial
Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top babygirl
if you`re not afraid, the world is watchin
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers
think they hurtin me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style
Cartier watch my diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing `Let`s Play House`
Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD`d in her
His days are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby showers
Beatch!

How we do, Funk Flex, yeah
Brooklyn...

*fades into How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.*



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